Sir! Don't close the net!

Finally, under the venomous gazes of the crowd, Li Yili stood next to El Qiaonuo's desk, casually flipping through the work documents El Qiaonuo was in charge of, her eyes scanning the contents of the documents with a deliberately contemptuous expression.

It has to be said that he truly deserves to be called the best employee in Sheep Village. From antiques to sweaters, from recommending students for school to recruiting talent, Al Jiono has to deal with everything. Al Jiono always manages to sell those old-fashioned broken pots and always manages to buy all kinds of crops and fertilizers at low prices.

But having reviewed the ledgers of the black goat's offspring, he knew very well that all the seemingly comprehensive work was merely a means to transport contaminants and offerings in and out of Guoweidun, and the entire black goat's offspring existed solely for this purpose.

Unfortunately, he couldn't directly stop it. The young black goats were not simply an illegal organization; the goat skin they wore was both a disguise and a constraint.

Fortunately, it's not difficult to make a wolf disguised as a sheep leave on its own.

"Hmph—what kind of nonsense is this? Is this the best executive officer?"

After speaking, under the resentful gazes of the other Yun Crowd, Li Yili smashed the neatly arranged documents on El Qiao Nuo's desk into a mess, and several documents recommending Guo Wei Dun's children under the age of ten for school admission were thrown directly to the ground and stomped on by Li Yili a few times.

To ensure that all the hatred points went to Dela Pal, Li Yili coldly glanced at the other Cloud Clan members glaring at him.

"Don't forget who your boss is."

"The door is open."

Chapter Eight: How to Describe "潇洒" (xiāo sǎ)

In the underground vault of the Guoweiton Tax Office, iron shelves filled with cardboard boxes containing various ledgers surrounded several dilapidated tables in the center. The vault had no lighting, not even a place to put candles. Instead, there were holes in the ceiling that just covered the dilapidated tables, and above the holes were several mirrors of different sizes that barely cast a few cold beams of light onto the old tables.

Although the vault will be locked at seven o'clock, they probably won't be able to check the ledgers here by four or five o'clock.

The cold, damp, and dim environment made Abu Jean rub his arms and mutter a complaint.

"Are they really following the regulations?"

Given the environment, Abu Jean suspected that the people at the Guweiton tax office didn't take the ledgers seriously; he even suspected that the earliest ledgers kept there had already gone moldy.

As the youngest member of the Black Goat responsible for coordinating pollutants and offerings, Yunzhong was pleased that the people of the Guoweidun Tax Bureau did not care about the ledgers at all. This meant that the ledgers stored here were likely to be damaged or invalidated due to various unforeseen circumstances. Even if someone traced them here in the future, they would lose the most important clue: the ledgers.

But now it is they who need the ledger as clues and evidence.

“Even if the economy has integrated with other regions, Goweton is still Goweton,” Al Chiano patted Abu Jean on the shoulder. “First, bring over all the accounts from March of this year to now.”

After saying that, Al-Jonor took the lead and went to the shelf the staff had mentioned. He pulled out the top cardboard box, didn't even look at the note on it, and carried the box to the tables in the middle.

Abu Jean hesitated for a moment before raising his hand tentatively.

"Uh...it belongs to Guo Weiden, from March onwards..."

"The current ledger?"

Guoweiton is in the nascent stage of economic development. Although it is still lagging behind, many industries are springing up like mushrooms after rain. At present, the rules and regulations have not yet been aligned with those of other regions and there are many loopholes. The honest people of Guoweiton are racking their brains to find loopholes to create wealth, resulting in a large number of irregular and mutually concealing ledgers.

If we check everything.

will die.

"All."

Al-Jonor ruthlessly shattered Abu Jean's hopes.

"However, time is limited, so we should prioritize checking the ledgers related to Li Yili."

"I see……"

Abu Jean dejectedly took the boxes off the shelf and followed Al-Jonor to the old tables in the center of the vault. He opened the boxes and took out the top ledger.

The slightly cool, sticky texture made Abu Jean sigh, muttering that at least it wasn't moldy, and he pulled out a chair to start checking the ledgers.

It was only then that Abu Jean realized that their biggest problem was not that the ledgers might be damaged or invalidated due to mold, but rather the lighting in the room.

A beam of light in the darkness was very conspicuous, but when he actually stepped into it, he found that the light was not as warm as he had initially thought. The only difference between it and the cold, damp darkness around him was that it was light shining down, which allowed him to barely make out the crooked words on the ledger.

Abu Rang is certain that in such an environment, his eyes would feel sore and like they'd been squeezed with lemons within an hour at most.

“I’ve heard that the wasteland capital, Millennium, has a device called the Electric Light, which is brightly lit, making nighttime just like daytime,” Abu Jean exclaimed. “I really hope I can go and see it someday; it must be spectacular.”

"That's impossible. Electricity is a very precious and limited resource. The Church of the God of Steam and Steel would not allow such a valuable resource to be used for lighting. In reality, gas lamps are still in use. Stop thinking about those unrealistic things. There are still many things to investigate."

Al-Chonno raised his finger and tapped the table.

"I understand……"

Abu Rang lowered his head.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Li Yili felt very cool.

The afternoon sun shone through the window, warming her skin. Li Yili, lying on the recliner, couldn't help but yawn and start to think about whether to take a nap. Her intimacy with Valkyrie was a very enjoyable thing. She had a great figure, a beautiful face, and an aura that aroused men's desire to conquer her.

One passionate encounter is enough to clear away a week's worth of accumulated stress.

But the company has a strange magic. Even if you come to the company on a high dose of drugs, you will become as weak as a dry stick within three seconds. The pressure level will be at its maximum, and all that will be left is torment. Each day is worse than the last.

Of course, this applies to the company's ordinary employees.

As a middle-to-upper-level employee who had branch manager Dela Pal to shoulder any burdens and employees like Al-Jono to fill in any gaps in the earth's defenses, his life couldn't be more comfortable.

For a period of time in June, that's how he spent his days.

June 3rd.

Checking in this morning.

This morning I was thinking about what posture I should use during my lunch break.

During lunch break, I practiced the postures.

I spent the afternoon thinking about what position to use tonight.

I put it into practice intensely that night.

June 4th.

It's time to update our approach!

June 5th.

Li Yili, Li Yili, have you forgotten your identity?

June 6th.

I bought the props and started a whole new hobby.

At one point, Li Yili felt like he was back in his junior year of college, spending his days either thinking about what to order or eating takeout. The only regret was that, for some reason, electricity was a limited resource here. Even if he knew the principle of power generation, he wasn't a genius and couldn't build a game console from scratch, so he could only pursue some primitive pleasures.

But it still smells delicious, in every sense of the word.

There was no way he could end up living such a decadent life. During that time, the young branch of the Black Goat in Guoweidun did not make any major moves. It operated as an ordinary logistics company. As an undercover agent, he had to play the role of a sycophant who had all his skills focused on pleasing his superiors and had no practical abilities.

How do you say "潇洒" (xiāosǎ)?

However, this carefree life will soon come to an end.

Li Yili sighed deeply, his hands behind his head. In at most a month, the black goat's cubs would be preparing to leave Guoweiton, whether willingly or unwillingly, while he, a mid-to-upper-level employee, would be left to drown in the arms of Valhou Lei while clinging to his large ranch.

Li Yili looked out the window. The warm and bright sun appeared incredibly small and dim under the ever-present starry sky. The beautiful starlight was like a spider web, layer upon layer covering the sun. Looking up, the starlight covering her eyes was like a pair of sunglasses, making the sun less dazzling and allowing her to look directly at it.

Li Yili's gaze shifted downwards, her eyes taking in the residents of Guoweiton, who were clumsily imitating the environment of a big city under the starlight.

The women on the street wore thick foundation and beautiful dresses, looking just like socialites in a big city. They stood motionless in front of the renovated shops, like a painting. Many men were dressed in formal attire, awkwardly leaning on unevenly colored canes and grumbling.

A brand new corner is accelerating the decay and decline of Guoweidun.

Chapter Nine: Don't Underestimate the Present

Elementary school students!

As the sun sets, the clear sound of bells echoes throughout the sheep village.

But the employees in the sheep village continued doing what they were doing, as if they hadn't heard the cheerful closing bell.

They may have finished get off work, but the work they do afterward is voluntary, and some of the work is more suitable to be done in the evening.

Just how much do you want to sacrifice the entire Gowerton to some unknown god?

Li Yili slung his coat over his shoulder, gave Yun Zhong the middle finger, and strode out the door with an air of nonchalance under Yun Zhong's annoyed gaze. He had spent the afternoon thinking up a few difficult moves, and he couldn't wait to try them out.

However, just as Li Yili stepped out, someone unexpectedly called out to him.

“Levi’s Est. Richard, I have something very important to discuss with you…” Al-Jiong, who was leaning against a pillar, opened his eyes and looked at Li Yili. “To be precise, I’ve discovered something that is very important to you.”

Li Yili raised an eyebrow.

Al-Chonno's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked very tired.

First, let's rule out Al-Jonor's anxiety about taking on all the responsibility. Al-Jonor's eyes are tired, but still sharp, even confident, as if he has discovered some trump card, and he even names "something that is very important to you".

Li Yili's attitude towards such mysterious people is always a big X.

"Then you can just enjoy it to yourself."

Li Yili rolled her eyes and walked towards the coachman in the distance, who looked conflicted and unsure whether to approach.

Al Chorno crossed his arms and tilted his head to look at the Sheep Village advertisement. "I went to the tax office in Guweden."

Li Yili paused, somewhat surprised.

He knew the situation at the Guoweiton Revenue Department; it was practically the perfect breeding ground for black goat's offspring. If the Guoweiton Revenue Department hadn't been established with the help of black goat's offspring, or if he hadn't come to Guoweiton as an undercover agent, he probably would have made a big splash and thoroughly rectified this tax department, which any modern person could see had a lot of problems.

Al-Chonno, a seasoned cult member, didn't interrogate the guards or the staff responsible for transporting pollutants. Instead, he seriously investigated the ledgers like a civil servant.

Next, I'm not going to tell him to repay me in kind, like an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, and a hundredfold.

Li Yili couldn't help but mutter to herself.

“CEO Al-Chiono has quite the taste. Didn’t you say you were going to recover the lost goods within a month?” Li Yili flicked her fingers. “Is it really a good idea to waste a few precious hours at the tax office like this?”

“Waste? No, I investigated all of Guo Weiton’s accounts from March of this year to the latest and found something very interesting.”

Al-Qiong crossed his arms and walked around to Li Yili, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Men always stumble over women in unexpected ways. Don't you think you've given too much to Valkyrie? She's gone beyond the level of a mistress."

Li Yili raised an eyebrow sharply, slowly raised her hands to her sides, and remained silent.

Seeing that Li Yili did not speak, Al-Qiong smiled confidently, took out a notebook from his pocket and started flipping through it.

"On June 3rd, you purchased the latest style of the Duling brand necklace, which is only available in Hagen, through Yangcun."

Li Yili's gaze shifted slightly upwards.

Speaking of which, something like this seems to have happened in June, but if you really count, it actually started on May 27th. During those days, Valkyrie was less like she was being overly attentive and more like she was infatuated. She would agree to whatever he said without hesitation, and she would never agree to things he would normally do. She would stick to him from morning till night. The last thing he saw when he went to sleep at night was Valkyrie's affectionate eyes, and the last thing he saw when he opened his eyes was Valkyrie's eyes that were sparkling with hearts.